Brad looks sadly at Connor as he walks into class late, his head bowed. He wanted to talk to the boy, about the kiss. He wanted to know what it meant to Connor, if it meant anything. he wanted to let Connor know what it meant to him.
Connor avoided eye contact with Brad, even though he could feel his gaze on him as he walked to his seat. In fact the whole class was watching him walk in and sit in his seat. he didn't show his face, just ignored everyone.
"Hello Connor." Mr. Stalter says with a warm smile and the boy gives him an acknowledging nod.
"H-hello" Connor says quietly. His gaze flutters to his binder as he traces circles on it with his finger.
"This is your last day to work on your projects," the teacher goes on to say "I wanna see you working hard. If your done, go through it" he nods to the class signalling them to get going.
Brad hesitantly walks over to Connor who was bent over his desk, like he was trying to hide from the world in a I can't see you, you can't see me kind of way. It made him sad. Just the thought that Connor wasn't okay made him... Well not okay.
"Hey, Con," Brads voice is soft and gentle as he sits in the desk next to Connors. The other boy turns his head away an sniffles.
"B-brad." he gives a small nod, bringing his hoodie sleeve to his cheek. His hood was also pulled over his face, and just to make sure no one noticed the boy he made eye contact with no one.
"Are you okay?" Brad asks trying to get a glimpse of the boys face, but Connor kept resisting him. He didn't like this. The tension between them. Brad this is your fucking fault you dumbass! He scowled at himself.
"I-I'm great." the blonde could feel himself start to shake a little bit and his breath quickens. He caught a glimpse of Brad out of the corner of his eye and a fresh wave a tears threatened to fall.
"No your not, Connor." brad's voice has deep concern in it an brad turned towards him slightly. Just then he caught a glimpse of the boys face and he gasped slightly at the sight of him. He looked utterly exhausted, his eyes red a puffy like they where infected. Or he was crying Brad you idiot! and he was paler than usually, if possible. Just to top off his distressed state he carried a look of misery across his face.
"Oh my god! Connor." Water started pooling in brads eyes at the sight of him. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry! This was me wasn't it?" He cringed, trying not to make things worse by pulling Connor into a hug.
"N-no it w-wasn't you." Connor stammers sniffling again. He couldn't look at Brad. Even if he wanted to.
"Can you tell me what's wrong?"
Connor looked at the clock and frowned. "A-at lunch, c-come to m-my locker" he says gathering his stuff, and dashes off from the awkward scene as soon as the bell rings, leaving a worried brad still sitting in the desk beside his.
